As Leora contemplates the Earth’s fragile beauty, she writes another letter, calling for a new kind of leadership – stewardship – that honors nature and protects life:
“Dear Tomorrow”,
Let us protect the Earth as we would our own children. True leadership cares for all and does not exploit. It is time for leaders who see themselves as caretakers, fostering life and peace, rather than power.”
I’m dreaming of a generation of leaders who act with the love of a parent and the wisdom of a grandparent, guiding humanity toward harmony with nature.
Leora challenges humanity’s paths, envisioning two futures—one where compassion reigns on Earth, where the whole world can become Paradise once more, like it was supposed to be – not for just a few selected people who has ‘earned’ a little piece of heaven, but for all humankind, as it is our birthright – and another where society is fragmented and isolated, where the only way out is supposedly and exclusively for a few people to go to Planet Mars – historically and symbolically the planet of Man and War – opposite of Venus for Woman and Love, where actually all other planets in our Universe are already explored and exploited for minerals, stones and gasses and the richest are probably heading for Jupiter –
In the media and movies we’ve only been told about ‘green man or aliens coming from Mars, coming to conquer the world’. The irony of abandoning Earth while fighting for resources and control, Mars symbolizes an exile caused by human conflict. Through her conversations with friends and animals, she shapes a vision of Earth’s potential as a paradise, if only humanity chooses unity over division.
Humanity could take responsibility for Planet Earth as a sacred trust, not a resource to exploit. Parents and their children are not calling for single male leaders who reign by ‘strong’ warfare. They are calling for wise men and women and wonderfully wise children who serve the planet, embody humility, and see themselves as caretakers of all life on earth.
On one of her bike rides, Leora is struck by the beauty of a forest or a river and even the wonder of a little song by a single bird. She feels the need to protect such places, although it seems an impossible task. This leads her to reflect on how disconnected leaders have become from the natural world. Her letter is both a call to action and a prayer, urging readers to live with gratitude and responsibility for the earth.
“Dear Tomorrow,
There’s a story we’ve told ourselves for generations, about the power of a single leader—a single, strong voice directing the fate of nations. But this story is incomplete. It’s a story told from a time when one person could claim the right to lead without understanding the weight of that privilege. Today, we’re beginning to see the cracks in that foundation, the way a single person’s decisions can ripple across oceans and generations, sometimes for good but often with unforeseen harm.
I believe, as you will too, that leadership must evolve. Imagine a leader as part of a family—a family of three who bring different gifts to their role as stewards of a nation:
The first is a natural leader—a figure of strength and conviction, someone who can make tough decisions and speak with courage when needed. For many ages, this has been a man, a patriarch, a warrior-king. But in the world that’s to come, I would like to see her as a woman: intuitive, resilient, attuned to the heartbeat of the people. She is a mother figure who knows that real power doesn’t come from imposing her will, but from listening, understanding, and guiding.
Beside her stands the spiritual leader. He doesn’t carry a sword or sign laws into being; his voice is gentle, contemplative, questioning. His role is to ground the vision in wisdom and humility. He reminds us of a higher purpose, connecting our human endeavors with something sacred, something beyond our fleeting desires. He isn’t concerned with praise or power but with the integrity of the spirit.
And then, there are children. The third kind of leader, the voice of the future. This child could be a boy or a girl, but preferably there are two children, forming more than a Holy Trinity, becoming the four corners of each society. These are stewards, to be chosen, like in a normal election, and they are not the only three or four to be elected: this kind of leadership or caretaking is in every man, woman and child. They are sitting at the table of leadership, not because of any experience or title, but because of innocence and hope. The children represent those yet to be born, reminding us of the consequences our choices will carry forward. A child is like a mirror, reflecting both our wisdom and our mistakes. No decision should be made without the consideration and consent of this young voice.
Imagine a world where these four walk hand-in-hand. Decisions would no longer be swift or simple; they would be careful, compassionate, and committed to a vision that spans generate lone kings or queens ruling by decree, but a wholesome group of people, of voices that emotions. We would see leadership that feels like family: protective, loving, and mindful. No nobody strength, spirit, and innocence.
Dear Tomorrow, if you should find yourself with the power to choose leaders or to become one, please remember this vision. Seek other natural born leaders who are wise enough to see the whole picture: the protector, the seeker, and the vision of a child. And if you can’t find them, then work to bring these qualities to the surface in yourself and others.
I write this with love and faith, hoping that you will carry this vision forward.
With all my heart,
Leora
My Vision 